Sasfra Juice

"It's getting quite hot here, isn't it, Kafka?...I guess that's what happens when you're in a natural hot spring that gets a bit more humid from time to time." Nina fanned herself like she found it really stuffy right now and used it as an excuse to change the topic since she couldn't handle such a dirty-sounding conversation with me, which was making her face flush. She then looked at the vending machine in the corner of the room that looked like it served a variety of chilled drinks and said while pointing at it, "Why don't we have a drink to cool ourselves down, Kafka?...I'll even treat you to however many drinks you want as a token of appreciation for helping me out earlier." 

Nina didn't even give me a chance to respond; she got off the sofa on her own in a hurry and walked towards the dispenser while urging me to follow behind.